Sam and Paige go undercover
Roleplaying Log: Sam and Paige go undercover
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Synopsis:

Sam and Paige go undercover in mutant town to find out who attacked Andrea

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IC Date: January 01, 2020
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Posted On: 02 Jan 2020 23:41
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Scene Soundtrack: [*\# None]
NPC & GM Credits: Alexis as GM
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* OOC Time: Wed Jan 01 13:22:37 2020 *

* * *

Mutant Town.

A ghetto of mutants and X-Gene Positive types who maybe don't have powers, but are distributed between buildings in need of repair and older, unrennovated apartments. The area doesn't have much to offer in the way of ammenities — a couple small grocery stores, some second-hand shops fed by church donations and donation boxes from other parts of town, but there are two things that people really do need:

They need to eat, and they need to socialize.

There's a couple handy bars in the area. A Registration Station (currently closed), and a couple of law offices and extensions from other parts of town

And there's plenty of "PROTECT YOUR PRIVACY — REJECT REGISTRATION!" sentiment in a couple of the neighborhoods.

One bar, in fact, has one of those posters in it window. There's piano music coming from this particupar dive.

* * *

Sam Guthrie has decided to come out to mutant town and get a bit of a luck around. He is in his normal clothes. He asked his sister to come out and meet him. Sam has been tending bar, and learning a bit more about bar culture. So coming looking around here and checking out the bars, he feels a bit more comfortable than he might have recently.

* * *

Wearing a pair of slim jeans and a red and white checkered flannel over a white t-shirt, Paige is looking all types of urban cowgirl with her curled hair bouncing over her shoulders. She is walking with her usual confidence and swagger. "That place looks all fancy like." She says with amusement at the sight of the bar with the sound of music coming out. "Yah' sure you sobered up enough aftah last night ta' be out and about?"

* * *

Fancy-like is a very nice term for this bar.

Most folks would refer to it as a 'dive', or a 'hole'.

Stepping in (and down a couple steps), there's a bouncer who looks like he's either a mutant or has a hell of a skin condition in his thorny exterior. He eyeballs Sam and Page with suspicion, but doesn't stop them from coming in. No ID's are checked, either.

The bar is moderately full with day drinkers and night laborers, mostly men, mostly mutants. The bartender's a skinny guy with a mousey mustache and watery eyes. The barstools are black, mostly, with gray vinyl seat pads. There's a couple of tables, and in the back there is, indeed, an upright piano.

The player's small, sitted on the bench with a beat-up backpack, is wearing a black winter hat and a sweatshirt, their back to the door — but there is a mirror hanging up over the piano, dark eyes checking who walked in.

The piece is being played in C-minor, familiar if you've ever seen the Shrek movies, she is, indeed, playing a somber version of 'Holding Out for a Hero'.

* * *

Sam Guthrie lookd over at the music, and a smirk will form a bit as he lightly nudges his sister and motions towards the piano. He will move to get two beers and moves towards a table near the piano. He offers the second beer to his sister. "Well looks like we may have picked decent on the first choice."

* * *

Taking the beer, Paige settles at the table with her brother, then takes a sip. "Definitely yah' kinda place. Reminds yah of home, huh?" She drawls to him as she takes another long look about, sizing up each of the patrons. "So, how yah' wanna play this? Just go … pssst, who attacked th' popstar?" She teases him.

* * *

A guy on the next table leeaaans over as Paige asks her question, and he gives a breath out.

"So, not from around here, are you two? Muties? Like us?" he inquires, turning his gaze.

His drinking partner was an exhausted looking man in his late twenties. He has some very poorly done stitch-work on his head. He's smoking a ciggarette right under the smoke detector.

Might be a decorative smoke detector.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over to the man, and frowns. He is tempted to answer for Paige, but he trusts his sister "Well there have been a few places Ah have been that this is quite a bit of an upgrade for." He says "The girl there was there, I believe."

* * *

"Not from around here, no. We're from Kentucky." Paige drawls out to the man who leans over. She gives a yank of her hand, tearing the skin away to reveal a reptile like layer beneath. "Trying ta' keep that on the downlow though. Ya'know how those government fuckwits are. Saw the news last night that the sellout bimbo got poked at." She says with a sip of her beer. "It's 'bout time someone slapped her around."

* * *

"Heh, well you aren't WRONG." the smoker laughs, then coughs. "I mean, she was fine before the whole registration thing. Think she coulda stood up for us a bit more since she's constantly 'woo look at me, I'm a mutant AND stinking rich from music'. I heard it's someone else singing her parts anyway." the man states, and he puts out his cigg against the wall, looking nervously over at Sam.

"He your boyfriend?" he questions, "You a mutant too?" he asks the taller Guthrie.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to the man, and says "Not her boyfriend, but someone who does look out for her. As for if I am a mutant, lets put it this way you don''t want to have to find out." He says trying to sound all tough. He continues scanning the room though, eyes back to Alexis.

* * *

"Look, you're from Kentucky, that could literally be any male member of her family and her boyfriend." the guy who was leaning back states as the Smoker glares.

"Jus' so happens, by the way, that we're part of an anti-regitration organization, seeking to expand accross the nation to make it known that our indignation would be the cause of irritation tho those who would force us into registration." Smoker states, and he stands, pulling his chair over to sit next to Paige and Sam.

"I'm Tom. And my rude associate over there is Phil."

"You've watched V for Vendetta way too much, Tommy." Phil states, and Phil stands to go up to the piano.

The playe rreaches the bridge, the yearning notes calling for 'where the mountains meet the heavens above, and the lightning strikes the sea', and doesn't seem too peturbed by Phil's arrival.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over to Phil, and frowns at him. He does not say anything just giving him the stink eye for a moment "So, whats your ideas on how to promote the anti registration?" He asks and sips his beer "Planning on dealing beat downs to more folks who register or got some better targets?"

* * *

"They're jus' trying ta' get some attention. That way they gotta take it more serious." Paige says with a grin as she drinks her beer, taking a long foamy sip. "Hey Tom, Phil. Nice ta' meetcha. They call me Blister." She says in regards to her powers. It's skin related. Maybe she'll change it from Husk to that later.

* * *

"Ah, in general hold rallies, pass out flyers, encourage others to not register?" Tom replies, raising an eyebrow. "Petition the senators to reverse registration on the grounds of invasion of privacy?" he asks, "Why? You two have other ideas?" he inquires with a grin, "Or are you sore that someone hit a woman who can turn into a ten-foot-tall hellbeast to draw attention to themselves?" he gives a dry, humourless laugh.

"But if you two are interested in joining in an anti-registration group, I can give you a number to call. Especially you, Blister. Could always use a feminine touch."

Nevermind the fact that he reeks like week-old ciggarette and bad BO, and his hair is greasy. He's at least trying to be charming.

Phil comes back to the table as the music changes, something a little more upbeat, some Billy Joel, and he brings another round of drinks — Sam, Paige, Tommy and Phil.

"So, what brings a couple of Kentuckians to NYC? Sightseeing?" Phill asks.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to the men and says "Well folks back home can be a bit less friendly towards mutants than around here believe it or not. We were considering moving up this way full time, and better to find out what is around before you run into something unintentnional.

* * *

"Who doesn't wanna live in th' big city, huh?" Paige drawls out with a throat full of South. "More jobs up here too. May as well live it up while we're young. Damn libs took away all th' coal mining jobs and shut down th' factory. So, eitha yah' starve or you evolve." She picks up her beer and takes another sip of it. "Sides, who doesn't wanna punch a popstar in th' face?" She grins toothily. "You are all claiming that one then?"

* * *

"Can't claim I've ever punched anyone in the face." Tom the Smoker states, and he goes to pull out another ciggarette from his jacket, and looks to Sam and Paige, lingering on Paige with amusement. "You are a fiesty girl, huh? Pretty spirited." he grins, and he takes out what looks like a business card, and slides it over to her.

"Well, if you feel like you want some help in punching faces, could give this guy a call. Wouldn't mind seeing you at some of the group meetings, sweet thing." he grins, chewing a little on the end of his ciggarette. Doesn't take a psychic to figure out what's on his brain as he looks Paige up and down.

Phil's a little bit more guarded, and he's sitting a bit to Sam's side. He looks him up and down. "You've got muscles on your muscles, boy. You fight, or is it like finding out if you're a mutant?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to the other and says "Where we grew up if you did not fight you took a lot of beatings, and Ah aint a fan of getting beat, so AH learned to fight pretty well." He tells them. He again looks over to the girl playing the music, and hmms softly.

* * *

"Ah'm pretty feisty when ah' wanna be." Paige says with a chuckle as she slides the empty glass to the side, then plucks up the business card to look it over. "These th' kinda group meetings where ah' buncha weirdos sit around in the backroom and sheepishly yell in agreement ta' whatever some dude up front says, or are these meetings got some actual structure and planning ta' them? Ah'd hate ta' show up and waste mah' time because all th' bros are too busy staring at mah' tits." At the topic of fighting? She grins. "Mah bro used ta' box semi pro down south. He got ah' steel chin."

* * *

Tommy gives a laugh. "Nah, nah, we got a speaker, sure, but he also likes to get physical with everyone, he opens up the floor for discussion. We want to be able to be free, right? So does he!" Tommy lies. The piano playing falters a little bit — seems she's listening. "Though promise you, sweetheart, you'll be too busy oogling some of the guys there to worry about us lookin' you up." he grins. "All sisters and brothers in arms, when you're with Sp-"

The elbow from Phil comes up quick, spilling some of the next round of beers against Tommy. "Whoa, hey, hey, sorry Tommy. Why don't you go dry that off?" he asks, and turns to look to Sam, and gives a broken grin.

"I see you eyeballing the pianist. Want me to introduce you?

* * *

There is a raise of the brows from Paige as Tommy almost 'sp'its it out. She props her chin up as she glances between the two, giving a lick of her lips in thought. "So, there /is/ a 'he' involved. You guys have a leader." She says as she puts a clue together. Though, Phil gets another long look. "Annnnd… /you/ are afraid of that guy. It's why you cut your homeboy off." She says with a smirk on her face.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over and says "She is cute, know if she is a mutant" He asks as if it matters for the chance of him asking her out. He scratches his chin a bit and says "Best to know that type of thing up front ya know?

* * *

"Don't listen to Tommy, he's an idiot who likes to play war games because he thinks it'll get him a girl." Phil states as he leans back in his chair again, and he waves off the conclusion from Paige. "Someone's gotta organize a bunch of people. Councils take up too much time to come to a decision. All that infighting and politics." he states, and then glances back to Sam.

"She probably is. Playing in a mutant establishment, in 'Freakville', probably good chance she's a mutant." he replies, and downs half his beer in one go. "Don't be too surprise when you get the cold shoulder."

* * *

"Well, maybe we'll see you guys around then. Ah'm always down ta' make new friends." Paige gives a long stretch of her body, then rises up from the table to give a few tugs of her shirt a bit to pull it into place. She gives a glance towards the pianist, then giggles to Sam. "That means I'd have a better shot at her?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie hmms and studies her a bit more at this. He does listen to the question from Paige, might be a good one to get answered before making a fool of oneself.

* * *

"I don't think she swings that way. Just a pretty, quiet girl." Phil shrugs, "Heard she has a guy, though.

Finally, the Pianist pipes up, her accent is crisp, British, and her voice curt:

"Tommy wishes."

* * *

Giving a glance over again at the voice, Paige smirks in amusement. She gives Sam a bit of a slug on the shoulder, eyes rolling upwards. Tucking the card into her back pocket, she starts to make her rounds about the bar to inspect it, and perhaps order something from the bar to eat. Wings.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Can't spot where ya from exactly, but your a talented pianist, do you sing as well?" He will ask the girl.

* * *

"Familiar with accents, are you? the girl questions, and she give a shrug, switching from New York State of Mind to Fly me To The Moon.

She doesn't respond to Sam for a moment, then glances up to him as she rolls the notes, then back to the keys.

"I do. Sometimes. Not as well as I play. I heard you were from somewhat south of here yourself, Mister…?" she questions.

Phil looks mildly peturbed.

"… that's more conversation than she gives me." he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "Must be your Southern Charm. Didn't catch your name, by the by, Miss."

* * *

"I tossed my name your way earlier." Paige says with a grin. "Just call me Blisters." She give as finger gun snap of her fingers towards him. After placing an order at the bar for some wings, she heads back over to the table and bumps her shoulder against Sam's. "Ya'll got a jukebox 'round these parts?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over and says "You can call me Sam." He does give a part of his name, but not the full one and knows most around here would not know him by suck. "I had a few friends, from different parts of there, came down to kentucky and we got into a bit of stuff." He tells them. "I would like to hear the lady sing, know anything country?" He asks.

* * *

"I meant your real name, kid. An' I don't think they have a jukebox in this place. Just the piano." Phil gives a wry grin.

Tommy comes back, and plops down into the seat the Sam was formerly occupying.

"Blisters is kinda an unfortunate name for someone, y'know, as pretty as you. Ever tried maybe, Glamour? Or Skin-Deep?"

The girl gives a soft 'mm', "Country, country…" she considers a moment, "I'm afraid nothing comes to mind that I know the key for, Mister Sam." she gives him a rare smile. "I'm Alexis."

* * *

"Oh, you mean mah' slave name? I don't use that one anymore." Paige says as she slides back down into her seat. She gives a crack of her neck, then glances over towards Alexis as she gives her name. "I go by Blisters because my skin peels off. It's just what it is. I don't want to fancy it up and pretend it's some cool power. It's a real mood killer."

* * *

Sam Guthrie hmms and says "Well Miss Alexis, how about a little Billy Joel then?" He will as since she is on the piano. He looks to the two men and says "Blister is a bit more … hard core. Then I am." He admits a bit to this.

* * *

"Heh, I like that, I can respect that." Tommy states, and he shrugs a moment, "I"m called Smoker, and Phil's yet to decide on a name for himself, 'cause he's still new to the group. And she —" he tilts his chin towards the pianist.

"We're calling her Scorchmark, but she's not commited to it. Kids these days wanting those cool names.

"I'm twenty-two, I'm not a kid." Alexis calls back, and more of the patrons give a laugh.

"Aw, she's just a baby little mutant. Still growing." Phil calls back.

Alexis, though, begins to play, and when she sings it's a steady soprano — but it's quiet. Sam might be able to hear her, but she's specifically singing softly.

"Well I'm on The Downeaster Alexa, and I'm cruising through Block Island sound. I have charted a course through the Vineyard but tonight I am Nantucket bound"

* * *

"Heh. Nice ta'meetcha Smoker. Anyways, ah' gotta get going and get ready for th' grind tomorrow." Paige says as she gives Sam a ruffle of the hair. "Don't do anything silly." She drawls to him as she pushes up from her chair and stretches. "Ah'll give yah' a call later." She says to the pair of them, then puts some bills on the table to cover the wings and drink before she heads off.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Ok, if your going to be united, there is no need to put reasons to separate yourself from others. Next think your going to do start giving those with physical or mental powers above the others, putting reasons one is less than another is a dumb ass thing to do."

* * *

The music stops, and as Paige makes her exit, Smoker and Phil look at Sam.

"Look, Punk, you can't just walk in here and start telling us what to do." Smoker states, "We're… we're dedicated to our cause but we're the elite! Someone's gonna hafta look after everyone else and there ain't no one standing up in the streets for us except other mutants. We /are/ united!"

He get the idea and makes the bad choice of picking up the half-full beer glass and lobbing the heavy vessel — and the beer in it! — at Sam!

Alexis gives a soud of surprise as she's hit with cheap, lukewarm beer, covering her head instinctively to make sure she's not also brained with the glass!

* * *

Sam Guthrie ill actually catch the glass, the young man having been in his share of bar fights, both on planet and with aliens. He kicks the table up, and towards the two men. He stands as the table it in motion. Sam does not worry about the splash of beer. He waits the second to se which way Smoker is moving to dodge the table, and will drive the glass in to shatter it upside the man's head. His eyes cut to Phil "Don't try it, unless you want to see what I can do with my powers." His eyes do cut to smoker ready to stomp him if he tries anything.

* * *

That's when the bouncer, who looks over everyone's heads, steps in.

"Kentucky, I'll have to kindly ask you to continue this outside. Phil. Tommy. You can take Alexis and scurry back to MIller. Yous ain't welcome here no more. Sorry, Miss 'Lexis. Nothun' on you, but—"

Alexis holds up her hands — and Thorns flinches a moment as he grasps Phil and Smoker by the backs of their shirts and jackets, and motions with his head to Sam.

Alexis grabs her backpack, leaves her tip jar at the counter with an apologetic look, and goes to follow Thorns.

"THIS IS RACIST! THIS IS JUST BECAUSE WE'RE STARTING A REVOLUTION!" Smoker begins to yell.

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to the bouncer, and will holds his hands up. He does move to pull his wallet out and drops some money on the counter "Thats for the mug and the table, Ah just ask, don't keep the lady from playing, cause the two jack asses and Ah lost our cool." Before the men can answer he will be heading out, and says "Aint racist you dumb ass, he is doing his job. Human, or Mutant, you start a fight in a bar you get your ass thrown out." He is ready for the two men to try something as he steps outside though. He was trained by the best there is at what he does.

* * *

And what he does ain't nice.

The girl steps out and away first. Then Thorns moves and throws both Phil and Smoker out.

"Yous kin tell Miller he ain't allowed ta recruit in the bar no more! Take a Craigslist out!" he yells back at them, and after Sam steps out, he closes the door.

And yeah, Smoker and Phil — far more Smoker — thinks he's hot stuff. He charges Sam — he's nearly as tall as Guthrie, not quite as built. He's lean, hungry-looking in the better light, and as he comes about to try and strike Sam in his chin, he's — got strangely decent form, like he knows how to fight!

* * *

Sam Guthrie will move to roll with the punch. He may take part of the hit, but not much of it. Didn't Blister say something about an Iron Jaw? He will move to throw a punch straight for the other man's nose. He plans on busting it, planning on blood and tears messing up the other man's sight "Don't make me hurt you." He says. Sam seems still at ease. He is in combat mode, but there seems little to no worry there.

* * *

The punch strikes Smoker, who ends up emitting a puff of smoke as his face folds in around Sam's fist, along with the crunch of the cartilage busting. Smoker, true to his name, expells a noxious amount of smoke, spit, and blood from his mouth as he coughs, but it seems to only serve as impetice to get Phil involved.

And Phill comes in strong from Sam's side. He doesn't have any sort of visible power, no, but if Sam gets hit, he's going to feel pretty sore — Phil's super strong, and getting hit by a guy who can easily bench eight hundred pounds might not make anyone's day.

* * *

Sam Guthrie does not want to fight, and can use this moment to make himself look a bit different than his real powers. He will kick in his blast field, but keeps himself just barely hovering so, looks like he is standing and volume toned down so it seems he has just a forcefield. He will look at Phill as the punch connects the field, and says "I told you, you did not want to start this."

* * *

"No, but I do wanna extend an invitation to Spare Change." Phil gives a vicious grin, and extends a card to Sam.

"Incase you wanna accompany Blisters into the group. Could can always take Tommy's place is you both join." Phil states.

Tommy is still spitting blood and smoke, and gives a blubbering mutte rof something crass before Phil knocks him upside the head. "Keep moving, punk. If you had just kept your mouth shut you'd be fine." Phil states.

So, that leaves Sam, and Alexa, who had been watching from the sidewalk.

* * *

Sam Guthrie will wait till the two men are walking away and the card will drop from outside of his shield to his hand. He looks over to Alexis, and says "Ah paid for the damages, so maybe they will let you play there still if you want to." He does keep an eye on the other two to be safe.

* * *

"They won't. McNally and Jed are many things, but they don't go back on what they say." Alexis states quietly as she looks to Sam. In proper light, she jut looks… tired. She's got bags under her eyes, hidden partially by poorly-matched make up She gives a shrug of her shoulders as she picks up her backpack, sniffs it, and gives an 'ugh' noise before she slips it over her shoulders.

"Thanks for being a gent anyway, Mr. Sam. Not often you find that."

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to her, and says "Hopefully not one of the main places, you play." He will walk over to her, and says "Ah would offer to replace what ya left in your tip jar, but with what Ahave them aint sure Ah got it.

* * *

"I wouldn't worry about it too much." the girl replies as she looks over Sam a moment more, and she raies her eyebrows.

"You're not going to let Blister join them, are you?" she question.

* * *

Sam Guthrie says, "She makes decisions on her own, but they do seem to be a bit of dumb asses." He will offer a smile "Care to tell me more about them, and thei group?""

* * *

"No. Just that they're bad news. All of Spare Change is." Alexis replies and she sticks her hands in her pockets a moment. She takes a deep breath, and glances around the street.

"Well, I'm not about to make money here, but wouldn't mind hearing about the real reason why you and Blisters showed up there. Lucky Guess in looking for the association that hurt Miss Jackson?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie 's brow raises a bit but smiles a bit just a tiny bit "So, may I ask what makes you think we were here for something else?" He does move closer to walk with her.

* * *

"She was mouthy and knew just the right questions to ask to get Tommy to open up to her." she gives a wry smile as she walks a little bit, letting Sam walk. "A pretty girl is better than torture in some cases." she jokes. "Besides, no one really talks about 'slapping' Miss Jackson like that. Tommy ate it all up."

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to her, and says "So, if you don't mind me asking, what were you doing there, looked a bit like you were working with them but do not seem a fan of them.

* * *

"Yep." is all Alexis replies to Sam's less-question-more-statement. "And I was doing precisely what I was doing. I play piano in places, I get tips, I eat food and occasionally buy new strings with those tips."

She doesn't smile. The answer is rehearsed. She doesn't look up at Sam, just keeps on walking as she wraps her arms around herself, as if she were cold. "You with the government then? Or journalists?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Neither actually, am friends with Andrea and her friends." He tells at least a partial truth there. You know if they are making you work with them, there are people who will help you get out of their control.

* * *

Alexis stops in her tracks, her fingers curling a moment in her fingerless gloves, and she looks almost pained.

"She… she's all right though? She didn't get burned?" she questions, turning to face Sam full on, her dark eyes looking up to see his blue.

* * *

Sam Guthrie nods, and says "She heals pretty well not sure if she got burned at the time to be honest, but she is ok now." He looks down into her eyes and says "Tell me what happened?"

* * *

"Precisely what Tommy said happened. Someone who wasn't happy she registered struck out. Luckily bit off more than he could chew, and I kind of hope he chokes on it." the girl replies with the utmost disdain in her voice as she crosses her arms, and then gives a shrug.

"Like the police? And Have to register myself or get shipped back to the UK? I think not. I can handle it. Been handling for the last four years, anyway."

* * *

Sam Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Ah aint registered, and thats the truth. I don't agree with the law, but it is peoples right to choose if they are going to go with it or not. Who is this jack ass, this the leader they were starting to mention?

* * *

"So then if you're not with the government, and you're not with a reporter group, but you're asking all these questions… what… small personal metahuman peacekeeping group?" Alexis inquires, "Who is it that I'm speaking to, Sam?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie smiles and says "Sam, a guy who looks out for people as best he can. Maybe more, but well lets be honest, your not answering all my questions either are you."

* * *

"No one's that altruistic. If there's one thing I've learned in this blasted city, it's that everyone has a motive." she states. "Now, for real, who's asking? Because if there's a chance we can work together… might be I might not mind that."

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to her, and says "Ok first off, I aint from this city and what about those spandex types? Don'y you think they are here to try to help people? You think Spiderman has a motive for stopping the crazies and putting himself on the line other than helping people?

* * *

"You think they're not equal orginizations attempting to round up and regiter mutants elsewhere either? Think it's just this place?" ALexis questions, "And yes, I do think those 'spandex' types have motive, even if it's putting themselves on the line, and even if that motive is 'because it's the right thing', that is still a motive. But I don't see Spider-Man swinging through this section of town to start in on rent-gouging lowlife flophouse owners or to fix the school system. Your motive might be revenge for Andrea, or to get a bunch of us registered because we're 'dangerous criminals'. I don't know you, Sam. An' I don't know your Blisters, but I know Spare Change. Even if they're a bunch of arses… someone has to put themselves between them an' the leader."

* * *

Sam Guthrie is walking along with Alexis, and says "Well my motive is my ma and pa taught me to stand up for the little guy, and help where Ah can, yea, Ah want to make sure Andrea and hers are safe, but also if these dumb asses keep making a public spectacle of themselves like this they are going to have shield or some other government controlled group coming in to wrangle folks up, and thats not good for mutants in general.

* * *

Alexis pauses a moment, and she rubs the back of her neck a moment, then looks around.

"If you call that number, that'll give you the time and location. Go there. Be prepared for a scrap like today, and you'll meet the leader." she states, "Anything else I say might get me in a spot of trouble with him."

* * *

Sam Guthrie nods a bit to this and is walking along with her when she pauses he does as well. He does make sure at they are walking he is on the outside near the street, perhaps intentional perhaps habit. He hmms and scratches his chin a bit, and says "Can ya tell me if the scrap will be with him or her?

* * *

"I don't know that." Alexis replies quietly, rubbing the back of her neck. "But the surest way to get in is to say I recruited you after seeing you fight Tommy. That'll be unusual enough that it'll grab their attention." she admits, wrapping her arms around herself again.

"Look, I am sorry for how things went down with Miss Jackson. That… that's not what we used to do. That's not how things should be done. And I hope she's all right. She has every right to be cross."

* * *

Sam Guthrie shrugs a bit and says "Probably but to be honest, I think she is a little proud of herself able to handle herself when it comes down to it. I will tell them when I contact them, you don't think the dumb asses will say they invited me and Blister?

* * *

"Who knows, to be honest. The roster changes every couple of days it feels like now." she states, Alexis's face just looking crestfallen.

"Look, Sam, it's… been interesting, but I… I should go. If Smoker and Phil come back to find me talking with you they'll probably have questions." she states, looking up.

"… but you and Blister should get out of here. Get out of Mutant Town, get out of New York. Go Elsewhere." she states gently. "… they want a fight."

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to her, and says "Tell them Ah asked you out, and if they don't like it they can come chat with me." He offers her "Ah promise you, Ah or Blister won't be leaving, but Ah can also tell you, either one of us can take care of ourselves, and neither one us want to see someone exploiting the people here.

* * *

"Well, that's good…" Alexis stammers a moment, blinking, then gives a soft 'ha!' sound. "Imagine that, gent like you asking me out. Ha! Yeah, that'll cause a rip I'm sure." she replies with a small laugh to Sam, raising her eyebrwos as she looks up at him in an appraising way. "You are a curious man, Mr. Sam."

* * *

Sam Guthrie 's brow raises and says "Why would that cause any odd reaction? Your a lovely young lady, Ah know Ah might be a bit country but Ah think Ah could find something to do that you would enjoy on a date.

* * *

"Because… you're obviously with some group. You've probably got like ten girls hanging on, waiting for you wherever you go." he comments softly, "An' sides, you don't… I'm not…" she trails off a moment, and shakes her head. "Anyway, that's a laugh and a half, that."

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to her, and rubs the back of his head, and says "Ah don't think so, you seem like a nice lady, maybe after we figure out how to deal with the jack ass you and Ah can go have dinner." he offers with a smile .

* * *

Alexis stops, and she turns around. She walks right back up to Sam, her cheeks lit up in embarrassment, and the little 5'2 woman sticks her finger right against Sam's chest.

"For a man who doesn't wanna say who he's with, what he's really doing in the city and managed to break Tommy's face in a single go, what on this green Earth makes you think that's a good set up for a date?"

* * *

Sam Guthrie looks to her, and says "Well, I have told you why I am really in the city and Tommy was a jack ass who tried to break my face first. " He smiles and says "And you and Ah both seem to care about the folks here abouts."

* * *

"Mm. Drat. Thought I could get a little more information out of you." Alexis replies, and then gives a shrug.

"Well, like I said. You call that number. You say I convinced you to come, you'll get a time and a meeting place." she states, crossing her arms.

"And maybe we can see about that date."

* * *

Sam Guthrie smiles and nods his head a bit to this. "You going to be ok getting home safe from here?" He will ask, offering to walk her home.

* * *

"I'm… not going home yet." Alexis states, "gotta make my dues somehow." she states quiet-like, "and we don't work in this section of the city much." she smiles. "You're very sweet, Mr. Sam, but I must decline."


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